"The hurrier I go..." by Liz Flaherty #WordWranglers

Ahem, yes. The rest of that catchy little title is "the behinder I get," with thanks to Lewis Carroll. Does this sound--or feel--at all familiar to you? If so, come on in. Grab a cup of something warm and have a seat. Take off your shoes if you like and put your feet up. It's December 6, and I'm here to tell you that even if you don't catch up, Christmas will still come. We believers will still celebrate in gratitude and joy the birth of our Lord.

Chanukah will still be on the 22nd. Festivus and Kwanzaa will still be honored. I won't list anymore because...well, because I have a doctor's appointment in an hour or so and I'm already behind.

Yes. Behind. I haven't made any cookies. My office tree is up but not decorated. Half of my shopping and most of the wrapping remain to be done. The synopsis I promised my editor this week is half-done and I'm not sure it's any good. And...

Oh, yes, and. I already hit the crux of this hurried post, though, didn't I? Did you notice it, other than thinking, Good grief, she used the word "crux" again?

Being behind at the holidays--any other time, too, maybe, but especially now--allows that thought to enter my mind and become something squiggly and cruel. I'm not sure it's any good translates cleanly and sharply into I'm not sure I'm any good. 

Sure, Christmas and all the holidays and the cookies and so forth and so on will still come, but it will be in spite of me, not because I did anything to help them along. Because, somewhere in that dark squiggly place, I'm not good enough.

What BS is that? Because it is, you know. I'm good enough and so are you. So what if we get overwhelmed, if every project isn't a winner, and if we're...yeah, behind? We're good enough.

So, relax. Have another cup of whatever you're drinking. Enjoy. Enjoy. Enjoy.